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Twilight becomes me
The purple-black shade of in-between
Stars struggle to ignite
In an opaque sky
Moments before the light
Falls as broken wings
Years of waiting have become
Mere sacred ritual
The white, the red, the black
I light this candle to a god
Who departed long ago
Into indifference
Sullen son of a betrayed mother
You took such foolish risks
To prove me wrong
You spun your lies
And then you strung up all our pain
Like fire-flies captured
In your bleak heart song
Midnight befalls me
Each creeping hour relentless
Excoriating every day
Does it matter that I prayed
So desperate this morning
So that by dull nightfall
My sorrow could be adequately displayed?
Twilight becomes me
Spinning in this gyre
I’m a mistress to the mystery
And begotten by the fire
As though for one brief moment
Even heaven is inspired
But I’m falling as all fall here
Just imposters, merely liars
(c) Helen Valentina 204, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/prompt-61-toska/
helenvalentina 
Excellent take on this prompt Helen. I think you have captured the essence of ‘Toska’ very well. Very powerful words.
Thanks so much Michael! I hadn’t heard of the word or concept before but it a powerful idea for a prompt! 🙂
Indeed it was.
I agree with Michael Helen this is a definite wow! That last stanza is especially brilliant!
Thank you! 🙂
I can only repeat those who came before me … but I’ll add bravo! You crafted an excellent moving poe, … love each beginning line that takes one into the intimate thoughts and actions of the singer … because this seems like it could be sung.
Thank you so much!! 🙂
very welcome.